I cut your nails and comb your hair
I carry you down the stairs
I wanted to see right through from the other side
I wanted to walk a trail with no end in sight
The moment we believe that we have never met
Another kind of love, it's easy to forget
When we are all alone, then we do both agree
We have a thing in common
This was meant to be
You close my eyes and soothe my ears
You heal my wounds and dry my tears
On the inside of this marble house I grow
And the seeds I sow will grow up prisoners, too
The moment we believe that we have never met
Another kind of love, it's easy to forget
When we are all alone, then we do both agree
We have a thing in common
This was meant to be
Now where's your shoulder?
What is it's name?
What's your scent?
Say it again
If it goes faster can you still follow me?
It must be safe when it's on TV
I raise my hands to heaven of curiosity
I don't know what to ask for
What has it got for me?
The others say we're hiding
It's as forward as can be
Some things I do for money
Some things I do for free
Monday, April 19, 2010
Shadows - Au Revoir Simone
Anyone can answer their own questions
All you have to do is look inside, inside, inside
You know it inside
You know it will be all right, all right, all right,
You know it's all right.
All you have to do is look inside, inside, inside
You know it inside
You know it will be all right, all right, all right,
You know it's all right.
Monday, February 8, 2010
1940's - The Submarines
Something's wrong when you regret
Things that haven't happened yet
But it's a glorious day when morning comes
Without the feeling of alarm
So rise and shine
Now's the time to be alive
To stay awake with me a while and smile
You couldn't sleep for the awful fright
That kept you up in bed last
But curious shapes shift in the dark
They vanish with the sunrises spark
So rise and shine
Now's the time to be alive
To stay awake with me a while
And smile
Things that haven't happened yet
But it's a glorious day when morning comes
Without the feeling of alarm
So rise and shine
Now's the time to be alive
To stay awake with me a while and smile
You couldn't sleep for the awful fright
That kept you up in bed last
But curious shapes shift in the dark
They vanish with the sunrises spark
So rise and shine
Now's the time to be alive
To stay awake with me a while
And smile
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
After Hours - We Are Scientists
This door is always open
No one has the guts to shut us out
But if we have to go now
I guess there’s always hope that
Some place will be serving after hours
This night is winding down but
Time means nothing
As always at this hour
Time means nothing
One final round
Because time means nothing
Say that you’ll stay
We’re finally drunk enough that
We’re finally soaking up
The hours that everyone else throws away
And if we have to go now
I guess there’s always hope
Tomorrow night will be more of the same
This night is winding down but
Time means nothing
As always at this hour
Time means nothing
One final final round
Because time means nothing
Say that you’ll stay
We’re all right where we’re supposed to be
Say that you'll stay
No one has the guts to shut us out
But if we have to go now
I guess there’s always hope that
Some place will be serving after hours
This night is winding down but
Time means nothing
As always at this hour
Time means nothing
One final round
Because time means nothing
Say that you’ll stay
We’re finally drunk enough that
We’re finally soaking up
The hours that everyone else throws away
And if we have to go now
I guess there’s always hope
Tomorrow night will be more of the same
This night is winding down but
Time means nothing
As always at this hour
Time means nothing
One final final round
Because time means nothing
Say that you’ll stay
We’re all right where we’re supposed to be
Say that you'll stay
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Annie, Let's Not Wait - Guillemots
Annie, let's not wait
Let's cross the river now
We could sit for years
Staring at our fears
But our dreams are all we really need to grow
Let's cross the river now
We could sit for years
Staring at our fears
But our dreams are all we really need to grow
June On The West Coast - Bright Eyes
And I went to San Diego, the birthplace of the summer
And watched the ocean dance under the moon
And there was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover
I guess that something's got to happen soon
Because I know I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
And as I walked along the beach and drank with her
I thought about my true love, the one I really need
With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure.
And watched the ocean dance under the moon
And there was a girl I knew there, one more potential lover
I guess that something's got to happen soon
Because I know I can't keep living in this dead or dying dream
And as I walked along the beach and drank with her
I thought about my true love, the one I really need
With eyes that burn so bright, they make me pure.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Bowl of Oranges - Bright Eyes
The rain, it started tapping
On the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreaming
So I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide
And already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different
And completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings
Even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet
I came upon a doctor
Who appeared in quite poor health
I said "There is nothing I can do for you
That you can't do for yourself"
He said "Oh yes you can
Just hold my hand
I think that would help"
So I sat with him a while
And then I asked him how he felt
He said, "I think I'm cured
No, in fact, I'm sure
Thank you, Stranger
For your therapeutic smile"
So that is how I learned the lesson
That everyone is alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you are ever going to grow
But when crying don't help
And you can't compose yourself
It is best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or simple song of hope
That is why I'm singing
Baby don't worry
Because now I got your back
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't
If it just hurts too bad
Then we will wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company
Through those days so long and black
And we'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we would see the beauty
Then we would stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault lines and the soil
On the window near my bed
There was a loophole in my dreaming
So I got out of it
And to my surprise my eyes were wide
And already open
Just my nightstand and my dresser
Where those nightmares had just been
So I dressed myself and left then
Out into the gray streets
But everything seemed different
And completely new to me
The sky, the trees, houses, buildings
Even my own body
And each person I encountered
I couldn't wait to meet
I came upon a doctor
Who appeared in quite poor health
I said "There is nothing I can do for you
That you can't do for yourself"
He said "Oh yes you can
Just hold my hand
I think that would help"
So I sat with him a while
And then I asked him how he felt
He said, "I think I'm cured
No, in fact, I'm sure
Thank you, Stranger
For your therapeutic smile"
So that is how I learned the lesson
That everyone is alone
And your eyes must do some raining
If you are ever going to grow
But when crying don't help
And you can't compose yourself
It is best to compose a poem
An honest verse of longing
Or simple song of hope
That is why I'm singing
Baby don't worry
Because now I got your back
And every time you feel like crying
I'm gonna try and make you laugh
And if I can't
If it just hurts too bad
Then we will wait for it to pass
And I will keep you company
Through those days so long and black
And we'll keep working on the problem
We know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders
Our lives are fractions of a whole
But if the world could remain within a frame
Like a painting on a wall
Then I think we would see the beauty
Then we would stand staring in awe
At our still lives posed
Like a bowl of oranges
Like a story told
By the fault lines and the soil
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